YG – 666 Lyrics ft YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Verse 1 – YG]
Stars in the roof, sitting in the Wraith
Got it all off these bars, man, this shit kinda crazy
I been out wilding with these young n—-s lately
F—–g all the pretty b—–s, man, this s–t kinda crazy
I’m blessed up with Christ, Lifestyle too much for life
I been on some player s–t, hoops my n—a don’t make
You is not the reason I’m pulling up in the latest
Westside n—a, ho, I don’t need no favors

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – YG]
Ayy, d–n this beat got bass
Everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo’ block, I been on the A
Gun up on my waist like I’m tryna catch a case

[Hook/Chorus – YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Move b—h, a n—a need a little space
Stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred ’bout my past, I’ma help me get away, d–n
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b—h, a n—a need a little space “uh-huh”
Don’t tell I’ma be okay ’cause this s–t not okay “uh-uh”
Give a f–k ’bout what you think b—h, f–k what you think “f–k you b—h”
But don’t come judging me because I had too much drugs and drank

[Verse 2 – YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I ain’t in the mood b—h, don’t come inside my gate
That’s trepassing you b—–d, I can shoot you in your face
If I run past you, my bad, my whole life feel like it’s a maze
Been drink my life away, they can’t stop me, I go crazy
Drunk driving in that G-Wagon, they tell me it ain’t safe
But I’m drunk driving that G-Wagon, get your square a-s out my face
The homie just got a wraith, Po-Po brought him my name
They know we from the gang, this s–t out my range

[Verse 3 – YG]
This s–t out my f—–g range b—h
I ain’t planning on a change b—h
I’m going through a field of pain b—h
4hunnid gang got that bang b—h
I’m hundred bodies demons, yeah, I see ’em walk “walk”
So you know I got the devil in my thoughts “thoughts”
I be seen the devil in my living room hall “hall”
I just hope I ain’t got the devil in my little w—e, this s–t for real

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – YG]
Ayy, d–n this beat got bass
Everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo’ block, I been on the A
Gun up on my waist like I’m tryna catch a case

[Hook/Chorus – YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Move b—h, a n—a need a little space
Stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred ’bout my past, I’ma help me get away, d–n
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b—h, a n—a need a little space
Don’t tell I’ma be okay ’cause this s–t not okay
Give a f–k ’bout what you think b—h, f–k what you think
But don’t come judging me because I had too much drugs and drank

[Verse 4 – YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
“Then I’ll pull up” Then I’ll pull up with a hundred in each pocket b—h
Fresh up out the slammer, these lil n—-s on some cocky s–t
Play me like a jit and you get hit up, you ain’t stopping s–t
Tell me when to pull up, make the tre light in the lobby b—h
Move b—h, get shot up in your face
N—-s ’round me hate, tryna figure what I made
Can’t make it to my house if I dont buzz you at the gate
Secure ’bout my gang, b—h I gotta play it safe
Plenty racks off in the safe, s–t
Check it, you get make, b—h
Five, that’s my Blood batch, strictly FOL s–t
Quick, a shooter 12 s–t, without the dope, young n—a rich
Challenged at your own risk, I up and bust your dome b—h

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – YG]
Ayy, d–n this beat got bass
Everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo’ block, I been on the A
Gun up on my waist like I’m tryna catch a case

[Hook/Chorus – YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Move b—h, a n—a need a little space
Stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred ’bout my past, I’ma help me get away, d–n
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move b—h, a n—a need a little space
Don’t tell I’ma be okay ’cause this s–t not okay
Give a f–k ’bout what you think b—h, f–k what you think
But don’t come judging me because I had too much drugs and drank

[Outro – Albert “Alchemist” Thompson]
Lord, help me Lord. These kids Lord, they playing with all these guns and drugs, they remind me when I was young. See, in the 80s, we didn’t play that s–t. But we was crack babies. No Lord, I’m not no hypocrite, I’m just an old m———-r, tryna save some s–t. Lord, I ask my son “Why it is just thugs here, hanging away?” He looked at me and said “Pops, I’m staying dangerous.” Help me Lord, I tried to tell him there are many ways to stay dangerous. Power is dangerous, knowledge is dangerous, having them dollars is dangerous. He just looked at me Lord and said “Pops, I’m talking dangerous.”